Atif Aslam haunts our show
We went for an interview on Play TV yesterday for their live show Dial 9. Yasir, OK and I got to the studio where we went up to the Play office and were told to wait. Now usually we get to the studio, they clean us up, dab some light make-up and generally tell us how everything is going to be. But when we got their, they said no makeup, no touch ups please park your ass on the set. I had barely caught my breath before some random dude came and started molesting me, putting his hands up my shirt. Before I could scream rape, he had run a mic wire up my shirt and onto my collar. OK was fascinated with his mic and he kept exclaiming how little it was. I resisted to make the obvious joke on OK/ little things/penis reference. Yasir was worried about the shirt he was wearing because somebody in his office had said "Don't wear that shirt on TV". He had asked OK to bring a sexy shirt for him. Of course this was like asking an elephant to remember his tutu skirt. It just won't happen.
The whole thing was kind of random, we hadn't done TV in awhile and its always kinda funny because the VJ's tend to know very little about us and the kind of people watching the show only know about Atif Aslam.
This became evident to us within the first 5 mins of the show, when we took a live caller on the air who excitedly proclaimed that he loved our song.
When we asked him which one he proudly proclaimed "Teray Bin".
The moment was golden. Would you believe that this caller dude had not only confused a song byAtif Aslam with one of ours but had in fact decided that all three of us were collectively, in fact, Atif Aslam.
More Atif Aslam torture continued as people called into the show not to talk to us, but to wish Atif Happy Birthday. By this time, we couldn't even be shocked anymore and merrily joined in the fun, promising the callers that we would give their message to "Atif bhai" whenever we saw him.
Our only saving grace was when one of our die-hard fans got through and told us we were the best. Plus my friend N also came to our rescue by calling in and pretending to be a hardcore groupie. Incidentally I later found out my mother was frantically trying to call, much to my dad's embarrassment. Apparently she was not going to call as my mother but as a crazed fan. The fact that she didn't get through makes me think I dodged a major bullet there...
Apart from the fact that no one knew who the heck we were on television, it was still a fun interview, we had a good time and the VJ, who was exceedingly cute was a genuine fan who knew relevant stuff about us, for a change. She actually asked intelligent questions and I didn't make a fool of myself by trying to hit on her on the air, which I feel is my biggest accomplishment.
However, we were informed that Play TV did not have any of our videos, so they were going to play Jal and Atif instead. This is what we refer to in the music industry as "Chootiapah". Especially since they have already run Sultanat several times when it was released.
Good times in the end I guess, I'm really feeling good about ADP these days, we are a lot more relaxed and genuinely enjoying a new surge in popularity thanks to the IVSAA show and the reports about it. Let's see what we can do next.